when sacred becomes scared
and words are swords
I found reading beyond the surface
somewhat intimidating
and yet pleasure intriguing
 

ancient knowing, lost image
of time sculpting the word
its modern design altered
by man made holy hand
my kisses upon your lips and feet
 

the word searches for memory
deep surge thoughts welcome
renew bounty earthly raindrop
as faultless anguish secretes
imperfect mistake’s forgiveness
 

cryptic sound becomes something
else wholly evolved upon space
language variety showers my mind
as I a child and will-o-the-wisp
we explore a magical place
 

you, ancient adept
perfected substance guided by lamps
you propitiate consciousness
rising beings provoked inward pulse
my desire yes is a divine spark of your heart